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Xilhouette Dec 2014
Might I die? May I leave?
Might you see, there is a need
You see it's pointless to grieve
So stop your tears; think of it as a deed

May I sleep, in your arms?
A final moment we'd be together
Might you kiss me? Don't be alarmed
your memory will last forever

How I'll miss you, how you'll miss me
This is the way it's supposed to be
Dating back to 2009... One of my very first tries in poetry.
Xilhouette Dec 2014
I see a dazzling flame
Taking it's claim
I can see it swallow
The mightiest chariot of Apollo
I see it becoming a blazing wing,
As the sky started to sing
Hymns of burning spite
Blazing;
Forever under the sunlight
© 2011 Xilhouette
Xilhouette Dec 2014
May I request a portrait of you?
Maybe dressed in cocktail blue?
How about in a cherry red?
Oh I'm sorry, am I too much of a dread?

It will be the best in my collection;
Along with my wonderful selection
Of candies and other sketches
That will tease my utmost senses

May I request you here?
I promise I won't hold you dear
Maybe if we'd just go out and eat,
My day will end up pretty neat

How about it?
Are you willing to submit?
For I want this friendship to renew.
So how about it? May I request a portrait of you?
© 2011 Xilhouette
Xilhouette Dec 2014
Night
Humble, Lovely
Dreaming, Lingering, Endearing
Stars, Lovers, Family, Sun
Striking, Blinding, Searing
Arrogant, Divine
Day
© 2011 Xilhouette
Xilhouette Dec 2014
The night is here and mine:
It's subtle and divine
Laced with shimmering stars
And neon wrappers of candy bars
The night is destined to shine

The night seems to cloak the moon
At just the right time; not so soon
This young poet is out to greet
A woman whom he'd love to meet
And the moon is simply in tune

But destined to be in night's way
The poet should just obey.
For the night is already subtle and divine,
And forever destined to shine;
The poet should just greet her: happy birthday
© 2011 Xilhouette
Xilhouette Dec 2014
Silently staring into space
Glancing at that cold face

A face so pale, so dead
Lips won't smile, eyes red

Glaring at me with such cold
As if his own soul was sold

He lazily waved as I did
Oh what a simple way of being rid

Silently, I gain awesome fear
And daylight won't save me: it isn't as near

With each and every one of his snicker,
My fear becomes bigger.
How can I be so scared of the glimmer,
of a simple mirror?
© 2011 Xilhouette
Xilhouette Dec 2014
This day, I'll study.
On second thought, never mind.
I'll procrastinate.
© 2011 Xilhouette
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